My granddaughter was unhappy at her pre-school. She
frequently cried on the drive going home. I was used to unhappy children.
My own child, my other grandkids, and I were often unhappy with life. I
was used to that and thought it normal, that is until my granddaughter came with
her artwork from school. I found it, well, alarming. I asked what it
meant.

Her answer was, "It's beaver."

I thought beaver looked like he, she, it was being
tortured. But I got no further information. So I asked about her
day. She gave the following answer.

"He cut my tummy like a circle and they took my old guts and my
old heart out. And they put in new guts and a new heart. But it
didn't hurt."

I questioned further and got more information.

"My old guts made my eyes big. They put my new guts so my
eyes get small. Big eyes. It makes my eyes see mirrors and the
mirrors turn into monsters in my school. Wash water on my eyes so they get
small. My school takes me to the Doctor so my eyes get small. They
took big eyes out and put little eye balls in."

The next day I went and took all her things out of her cubby and
she never returned. I had had it with the police, so I just reported to a
few people that I knew and we soon left the State. Within a very short
time my granddaughter had repressed her pre-school memories and could tell
nothing of what had gone on. So this horrible garbage now sits in her
subconscious mind making life just that much more difficult. And there is
not a thing I can do!!!!